Текст песни красные.огни.крыш. - дом 54

I hate this town and pay quite another,
which implies that the north arrow train.
our warm, dark and empty without us carriage
like us, I would love to go back.

on the corners blackish scarf conceals secrets
taking with him last smoldering flames.
and only a shadow of melancholy and so many who saw buildings
cover with you our cigarette embers.

as it has been said, and would drop off their hinges
noisy cry of freedom and intoxicated air.
and in the morning we will have to wait double bed,
where the return was, in general, it is never too late.

And now, lying in the cold her lonely bed,
awareness of the hundreds of comets suddenly fall on the fragile shoulders.
we must have each other's just never enough,
and the composition of the route will only dissolve in eternity.